79: Chapter 79 Rule Erasure? Sorry, you can't delete my data.

The wind and snow were like knives, slicing through this pale domain of death.

The greatsword in Qin Ji's hand had already turned into a black whirlwind. Every swing was accompanied by the dull thud of cracking bones. That Ice Snow Werewolf was like a broken ragdoll, repeatedly dismembered in mid-air and then reassembled by the accumulating snow the moment it hit the ground.

[Max HP +100]

[Max HP +100]

...

Golden notification boxes scrolled across his retina like a waterfall. The greed in Qin Ji's eyes grew even more intense; this wasn't just a monster, it was clearly a golden river flowing with attribute points!

However, just as he was immersed in this gluttonous feast, a sudden change occurred.

"Awooo—!!"

Two massive pillars of snow suddenly exploded from the distant snowfield. Two nearly identical white afterimages charged forward at a speed that defied physical inertia. A bloody wind blew in his face, and even the air was tinged with a nauseating metallic smell of rust.

A second one, a third one!

Qin Ji's pupils contracted slightly. Was the mechanism of this dungeon actually to increase the number of monsters as time passed?

"Want to gang up on me?"

Qin Ji sneered and swept his sword back in a wide arc.

Clang!

Sparks flew everywhere. The two newly appeared werewolves weren't knocked away like the first one. Their claws were covered in a strange blood-red glow, and they actually managed to block Qin Ji's Divine Artifact greatsword.

Immediately after, their claws tore through the air, leaving three deep, bone-revealing gashes on his chest.

-3,999!

-3,999!

[Triggered "Lacerate" effect: Lose 599 HP per second for 10 seconds. This damage is True Damage.]

"True Damage?"

Qin Ji frowned slightly. In this gamified world, True Damage was an extremely rare attribute, meaning it ignored defense.

He didn't panic. With the high lifesteal provided by Infinite Plunder, as long as his attack frequency was fast enough, he could suck this bit of health back in an instant.

But he underestimated the malice of the "Hell" level dungeon.

As time passed, the fourth and fifth werewolves crawled out of the snow one after another. They coordinated perfectly—some responsible for direct confrontation, others for flanking sneak attacks. Their crimson eyes flickered with a cunning that didn't belong to beasts.

Many ants can bite an elephant to death.

When Qin Ji was pinned down in the snow by seven or eight werewolves, watching a sharp wolf claw pierce his throat, the last thought that flashed through his mind was—

"What a loss. I hadn't saved the thirty thousand HP I just farmed."

...

Buzz.

A sense of weightlessness washed over him.

When Qin Ji opened his eyes again, he was standing at the entrance of the village, completely unharmed.

The wind and snow remained the same, the gray-feathered bird still lay stiffly at his feet, and the window of the broken thatched hut in the distance was still "clanging." Everything was like a rewind button had been pressed, returning to the moment he first entered the dungeon.

Qin Ji subconsciously opened his personal status panel.

In the next second, his eyes, which usually held a hint of playfulness, instantly darkened, as if frozen over by ten thousand years of unmelting ice.

Gone.

The tens of thousands of Max HP points he had just frantically farmed were all gone. The numbers on his attribute panel had returned to their state before entering the dungeon.

"Time regression? Or a status reset?"

Qin Ji stuck out his tongue and licked his dry lips, a dangerous light flashing in his eyes.

This was the true killing move of the "Deadlock Dungeon."

It wasn't just about trapping people; it was about erasing all "growth." In this dungeon, no matter what you gained, as long as a death reset occurred, everything would vanish. For him, who possessed the Infinite Plunder talent, this was practically a dimensional strike on the level of the rules.

If it were an ordinary player, their mental state would probably have collapsed by now.

But Qin Ji was only silent for three seconds before the corners of his mouth slowly curled into a frantic arc.

"Interesting."

"Since death resets the data, then..."

"I'll just... not die, right?"

But before that, he needed to solve a real-world problem.

This kind of high-intensity infinite monster farming might need to last for several days or even longer. If his physical body in reality couldn't keep up, he would be forcibly kicked offline by the System, and the data would be lost all the same.

Qin Ji raised his hand and lightly tapped his fingertip in the Void Realm.

A purple-gold light flickered between his brows—it was the Soul Contract he had signed with the leader of the server's Number One God of Wealth Guild.

[Skill Activated: Trading Contract (Interdimensional Version)]

An illusory golden light screen unfolded before him. On the other side of the screen, a round, prosperous-looking fat man stared dumbfoundedly at the sudden appearance of Qin Ji's projection.

"Holy crap! Brother Ji? Didn't you enter that certain-death hidden dungeon? How can you still contact me?"

Richest Under Heaven (the fat man) almost dropped the gold ingot in his hand out of shock.

Qin Ji didn't waste words and directly threw a shimmering piece of equipment from his bag—it was an Epic-grade staff he had conveniently looted from a red-named player he killed earlier.

The item passed through the light screen and fell directly into the fat man's hands.

"Sell this thing. Immediately—and I mean right now—order the highest-spec 'Deep Sea' Nutrient Pod for me and have it delivered to my real-world address. Also, fill it with three months' worth of nutrient solution."

Qin Ji's voice was terrifyingly calm, yet it carried an indisputable sense of pressure.

The fat man looked at the Epic Staff in his hand, his Adam's apple bobbing with difficulty. This was a piece of equipment that was currently priceless on the market, yet Brother Ji threw it over like trash just to trade for a Nutrient Pod?

"Bro... Brother Ji, are you going into seclusion to become an immortal?"

"Become an immortal?"

Qin Ji glanced at the werewolves stirring beneath the snow in the distance, the ghostly fire in his eyes flickering faintly.

"No, I'm going to exploit a bug. A bug that will make even the gods feel the sting."

Cutting the communication, Qin Ji took a deep breath. The aura of a top-tier predator erupted from within him once again.

With his real-world worries resolved, what came next was pure hunting time.

He stepped into the snow once again.

The woman still closed her window, and the first Ice Snow Werewolf arrived as scheduled, pouncing with a roar.

This time, Qin Ji didn't choose to meet it head-on.

The moment the werewolf pounced into mid-air, Qin Ji's greatsword flicked upward, and an anti-gravity Sword Qi soared into the sky like a rising dragon.

"Aerial Chain Slash!"

Bang!

The Ice Snow Werewolf's massive body was forcibly knocked five meters into the air by the Sword Qi.

Qin Ji exerted force through his feet, appearing beneath the werewolf like a teleportation. His greatsword became a dense mass of afterimages, each strike precisely cutting the werewolf's joints, using the impact to keep it suspended in the air.

One strike, two strikes, a hundred strikes!

The werewolf's health bar plummeted. It let out angry roars but simply couldn't land.

Qin Ji keenly noticed that as long as this thing didn't touch the snow, that insane "instant full health recovery" mechanism wouldn't trigger!

"As expected, everything has a solution."

The red light in Qin Ji's eyes grew brighter and brighter. Like a precise surgeon, he calmly calculated the angle and force of every attack, toying with this ferocious elite monster in the palm of his hand.

Boom!

With one final heavy slash, the Ice Snow Werewolf exploded into a mist of blood in mid-air.

[Killed Ice Snow Werewolf. EXP +0.]

No experience points.

This dungeon really was a trap; it was impossible to level up by killing monsters.

But...

[Triggered Talent "Greedy Grasp": Max HP +100.]

[Triggered Passive: Gained "Frost Resistance" +1.]

Golden numbers floated up again.

Qin Ji smiled.

As long as he didn't die and didn't trigger a reset, these attributes were permanent!

"Roar!!"

The second and third werewolves arrived as expected.

Qin Ji didn't retreat at all; instead, he proactively met them. His greatsword seemed to come alive at this moment. Using the short-range displacement of Spatial Blink, he wove between the three werewolves. Utilizing the knockback effect of his Sword Qi, he actually managed to keep all three werewolves controlled in the air simultaneously!

What kind of terrifying micromanagement did this require?

If those so-called professional players on the outside saw this, they would probably retire on the spot out of shame.

Time passed minute by minute.

Qin Ji's eyes grew brighter and brighter. It was the extreme excitement of a gambler after winning a hundred rounds in a row, and the cold cruelty of a hunter seeing his prey fall into the net.

One werewolf provided 100 Max HP.

He could kill two in a minute.

That was 120 in an hour, twelve thousand HP.

In a day, that would be... two hundred eighty-eight thousand HP!

In this version where ordinary players only had fifty thousand HP at max level, as long as he farmed here for a day, he could become a humanoid BOSS.

What if he farmed for ten days? A month?

Qin Ji didn't dare to think about it—or rather, he dared to think about it all too much.

"Come on, all of you, come out."

Qin Ji licked the blood from the corner of his mouth. It wasn't his blood; it was the werewolf's.

He looked at the constantly shifting snowdrifts around him, at the hideous monsters crawling out one by one. There was no fear in his eyes, only a hair-raising sort of affection.

That gaze was like an old farmer looking at the leeks in his field that were about to be harvested.

The setting sun was like blood, dyeing the ruins a dark red. Qin Ji stepped on the massive beast's head with one foot, casually flicking the last drop of warm beast blood from his sword's edge. Those purple-gold pupils shone brilliantly in the twilight, just like an ancient Vicious Beast that had just finished a full meal, coldly watching the approaching night in the distance.